Parchment: 1/ Something keeps and we ingress./ Parchment: 2/ You have a very little poem. You arrange yard boats like hollow fossils...

In history this never happens./ But in life, all the time./ My older brother, who died before he was born,/ has been found...

The generalissimo’s glands directed him/ to and fro. Geronimo! said the über-goon/ we called God, and we were off to the races...

Scorching to 99 degrees/ It is always cold there...

i. after all, someone/ has to live in new hampshire./ ii. i followed/ an army of elephants,/ discovered chicago/ in the raindrops of etc...

Everything about us always/ near and far nearly all/ our lives a surprise then...

I do no'to understanding American's wi-mans./ Zey do no-sing/ to make zeir mans happy/ Zey do no'to cook anysing./ Zey do no'to do anysing fun,/ viss... sexing...

While—less sturdy than cornflowers—/ the day foxes, there are...

Egg Vivo Open Air Market showcases eggs ranging from Grade B to Fabergé. Egg...

We had a fair number of drinks throughout the day and went home to listen to the Beatles on vinyl. I felt her eyes on me during Rubber Soul and knew...

I am resting on a pile of produce boxes/ on the sidewalk near the curb/ at Fairway, a very classy/ supermarket on the upper/ west side of Manhattan, when...

What hands of bear seduction ever slipped/ the sleeves of a human unlike him? He could surely sweep/ off of feet bears...

I see the folds/ of my brain in between the wheat/ bread; I feel the tomato slices cold/ against my thoughts; the tang of onions/ camps a multitude in the sweet sour/ firm pinchy fabric of my cerebrum; the halos...

Just inside the portico of this ancient/ church built over Greek/ ruins at the Forum’s edge, grins the pocked/ gray Triton face, Boca de la Veritá, teeth intact,/ through whose oracle mouth visitors insert...

Daybreak enters the room/ roughing up the edges/ of a calm night./ No one stomps answers/ into the welcome mat...

Kansas back/ struggle to/ what seemed/ so flat and/ that dull rage...

The door, for instance./ Open or closed, either will do./ It might be rain. Rain/ that stains everything...

tonight all the lights are gone/ i unscrewed the bulbs/ and put them in the corner/ like dumb children/ now every room glows like a church/ by carpetgush and infomercial alone...

I begin to wake mid-sleep under the weight of a thousand, keened Arabic blades wielded by my dead father -- his Born to Lose tattoos -- and her small, darkened hues sweating beside me. A screensaver flares about the thin walls, sheets and unheard quiet. It’s always August. The time of year that stretches both day and night alike...

It’s always windy near Lake Michigan, a courier breeze/ brings the smell of a lilac sunrise, red-winged blackbird/ leftover seed breakfast. It’s always a little greener/ near the lakeshore, and the wind knows it. A grass blade/ sashay, fiddle song, meanders across waves, perhaps/ a little north. See, this breeze knows...

It was the year before your diagnosis./ We were more like lovers/ than mother and daughter...

A whale so blue it must have been suicidal/ hunts half a song. Peer through binoculars/ and pretend not to be in love with/ the scowling boy to your left...

I want love to be like a good pot of greens/ pick...

place your right/ arm across your/ chest grasp your...

My life/ by water --/ Hear...